Page 18 of The Storm Within

Mischief glinted in his mate’s eyes as his smile widened, lazy and knowing. “I’m a man of my word.” He tossed Nate’s legs over his shoulders then positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Nate’s entrance.

“Right now, it’s just us. You’re mine, beautiful. And I’m yours.” There was something primal in the way his voice curled around the words, rich and decadent, as if he were savoring every syllable.

His flirting had definitely improved. It was dripping in heat now.

Then Ryker thrust forward, seating himself inside Nate in one smooth, powerful stroke.

“Fuck!” Nate’s cry tore through the air, his hands scrambling to find purchase on Ryker’s biceps as his mate filled him completely. Every inch of the man’s cock sent heat and pressure coursing through Nate’s body, and he could feel every pulse, every throb of his mate buried deep inside him.

Panting, Nate bit down on his lower lip, the burn both painful and incredible.

Ryker didn’t move a muscle, his forehead resting against Nate’s, his breathing just as heavy. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

Then he pulled back, just enough to slam forward again, wrenching a moan from Nate that echoed off the walls.

“More. I-I need more.” He dug his nails into Ryker’s arms as he rocked his hips to meet each thrust. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

“Not gonna.” Ryker growled low in his throat, his movements becoming harder, faster, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure racing through Nate’s veins. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, leaving Nate trembling on the edge of release.

Every inch of Ryker felt like all strength and heat and raw masculinity. Nate wanted to memorize the feel of him, taste him until nothing else existed but the two of them tangled together. The thought of finally, finally taking what he’d been denied for so long sent his mind spinning into delicious chaos.

Touch wasn’t enough. Nate needed to devour, to press every part of himself against his mate until the ache in his chest turned into a different kind of ache entirely. The weight of Ryker’s hands on his body was heaven, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how much better they’d feel gripping him harder, holding him tighter, pulling him closer.

Every brush of lips, every deliberate press of his mate’s body, sent Nate spiraling further into the kind of madness he’d only dreamed about. He wanted to drown in it, to lose himself completely in the heat and weight of Ryker, until he didn’t know where one ended and the other began.

Skin burned where his mate touched, a trail of fire that lit every nerve alive. Nate craved more—deeper, harder, rougher—as though the years of solitude demanded nothing less than raw, unrestrained passion. Every kiss, every bite, every growl from the man’s throat made Nate ache for all the things his mate could give him.

Thoughts of restraint shattered the moment Ryker’s tongue teased his lips. Nate couldn’t hold back anymore; he didn’t want to. He wanted to taste him, consume him, leave his mark on every inch of Ryker’s body and demand the same in return.

The way his mate’s body moved against Nate sent waves of heat crashing over him. His mind screamed for more, for all of it, now, even as he wanted to drag out every second, to make Ryker work for every moan and gasp.

The sound of his mate’s breath, low and ragged, was better than anything Nate had ever imagined. He wanted to taste that sound, to pull it from Ryker’s lips again and again, until it was the only thing left between them. Every touch felt like a brand, and Nate wanted to wear it, to carry it with him forever.

His body arched into Ryker’s as his mate drove him higher and higher. His legs slid down, tightening around Ryker’s waist, the bear shifter’s hands gripping his hips as if he was afraid Nate might disappear from beneath him.

Not a chance in hell.

Then Ryker dropped to his arms. Nate clawed at his mate’s back, desperate to hold onto something solid as pleasure flooded his senses, making his vision blur. His nails dragged over muscle and sinew, the flex and strain of Ryker’s body only adding to the heady mix of sensations that left him breathless.

“You’re so damn perfect.” Ryker buried his face in the crook of Nate’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “I could stay inside you forever.”

Nate shivered. “Don’t stop,” he begged, his voice trembling.

“Not until you come for me again.” Ryker pulled back just enough to look into Nate’s eyes. The intensity in his gaze made Nate’s heart stutter, and he couldn’t glance away, even as his body quivered under Ryker’s relentless pace.

The friction was maddening, the heat building to an unbearable crescendo as Ryker shifted his angle, hitting a spot inside Nate that sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through him. He cried out, his hands flying to Ryker’s wrists as his mate slammed into him again and again.

“R-Ryker, I—”

“I’ve got you, honey bear.”

One hand left Nate’s hip to wrap around his cock, stroking him in time with Ryker’s thrusts. The dual sensation was too much, and Nate’s body tensed, his head falling back as another orgasm ripped through him, even more powerful than the last.

His cry was hoarse as his release jetted between their bodies, and still, Ryker kept going. His mate’s grip on Nate’s cock tightened, milking every last spasm from him as the man’s hips continued their relentless rhythm.

Nate was not going to survive this. His mate had promised to release every pent-up frustration, and he was delivering.

With a low growl, Ryker eased out of him, then his strong hands guided Nate onto his stomach. Nate’s hips were lifted, legs spread wide as his mate positioned him just right.

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